Poplars

April 01, 2012

Winter Poplars

From the barn, head southeast, down a steep hill. Here lies a poplar grove deeply rooted and surrounded by a curvature of stone walls that long ago enclosed sheep or pigs. The handmade trail I've stitched through here with simple pruning sheers is short but full and resplendentThe wind quakes through the grove as I rest on top of a granite boulder tossed here eons ago now rooted and covered in a soft, gold moss.

 


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